Will; Allow

Will; Allow

copyright 2010  –  Ken Pullen

Fatigue of flesh impatience with the truth being the majority’s doormat

stomping upon the truth with muddied muddled confused ill fitting shoes

clueless people refusing to follow the clues

believing all the surgically cut and pasted news

the masses in lockstep, stumbling, following

withtheir dark empty eyes

all they see is the dark light cast by blackened lies

though they profess a 180 degree tack

it is
wisdom, awareness, knowledge, and understanding they sorely lack

guided
by

the owner of their spirits using universal GPS

keeping
them in the dark

to
direct them to believe the lies

and the
truth deny, skew, the true truth seen apparently only by a few

truth be
told

from
time of old

as truth
teller I must be bold

for on
lies and ignorance you have been sold

into
bondage thinking you’re free

your
dark empty eyes not allowing you to see

constant
movement, slippery sliding feet walking

I hear
it in their blathering, their barking, their talking

in every
direction other than where it is they should be going

with
each step the sounds of ignorance showing

as if
they were wearing neon colored socks with pants three sizes too short

growing
louder, louder, louder, louder, louder never still always louder

another
step, more lost, more to lose

sounds of truth silent, gagged, bent and twisted, abused, bloodied, lifeless

like a
snuff film without the budget for a soundtrack

but with
plenty of lifeless actors at the end

unaware
it was their one and only appearance

academia’s
arrogance indulging the perpetuation of lies

creating the
bonfire through the ages of the lies, ties that bind, gag

the
truth they treat like some old hag kept locked away

kept
away from the light of day

in the dark times they walk, teach, preach

their lies reach

the majority

though they are not any true authority

the smugness of the overly, ill, make me want to barf educated

not realizing they were filled in the head

with what their masters wanted

in order for them to be so easily (mis)lead

like a
trained dog on a barbaric pronged collar

let’s be honest it isn’t a rocket science world now is it

filled rather with taurus Bovidae dung

beginning at the top rung

and
reigning / raining / dripping / surging down upon the people

with the
blind leaning back in their fine leather chairs

their
dark blank eyed soulless stares

completely
unawares

pretending
to have the answers making the one they answer too so pleased, so proud

the author and creator of the lie, the Master of Lying

beside
himself with glee

at all
the egregious confusion, ignorance, darkness he does see

dressed
in the frocks, apparel of the day

as they
begin their play

puffed
up, exhaling the smoke

of their delusions

casting rings of doubt

with the substance of dancing vapor

encircling everyone in the room

they pay no heed

laughing with spittle flying

pretending to be something they are not

most likely will never be

truly
enlightened

since in
their dwelling darkness

they are
most certainly frightened

of the
truth of the truth

the real
truth

the
whole truth

nothing
but the truth

so help
them God.

Will allow, will allow

What God wills, what God will allow

the crux of everything every thing

will

or allow

will

or allowed

such
difference between

 yet
by so many goes unseen

I’d shake each and everyone if I could

until the scales from those dark eyes came loose

and some signs of life began to pump through that heart of wormwood

shake you so hard those blank empty eyes would roll around

like the  characters on a slot machine spinning

since confusion of meanings now married in the mind

adding to our missing the mark, our sinning

Confusing what God will’s with what God allows

joining in the perversion of words and meanings

I’ve heard them say with such conviction

with
such certainty

they
know it’s God’s will as if they are some modern day prophet lifted from the
pages

passed
down through the ages

of
divinely inspired Scripture;

“It was God’s will I got that flat tire.”

                                                                      “It was God’s will that hurricane wiped out that city.”

“It was God’s will that baby was born with one eye and seven legs. Just think of
the great dancer the Lord will make her be, of course she will have some depth
perception problems and more than likely fall off the stage every time she
enters like a Ferris wheel, but it’s God’s will!”

Misguided
blasphemous obliviots!

Speaking for God!

Thinking you know the mind of God!

It might
be what God allows

but do
not speak for God and His will

with such utter stupid arrogance

Do not marginalize trivialize ostracize

the Word and Spirit of God in your life

while pretending to know the will of God

when you don’t realize what God allows

to show what you’re really made of, what you’ll really do

for it is a sphere within a sphere within a sphere

that
isn’t really a sphere at all

as God knows all controls all

but
allows

for we
are not game pieces

it isn’t
whoever has the most hotels on Boardwalk wins

be it
the devil or the One True Almighty God

God’s will is revealed in the reading, the hearing of His Word

not in
the valley of the absurd

located
in the Gulf between the Ears

if anything God’s will is revealed in individual spirits

not in
their Michelins

or the
medications they take

so they can spew out of their uterus 27 children at one time as if they were a an
amphibian

bending
perverting

the will of God

then
proclaiming in rote voice

in blasphemy it was all God’s doing, God’s choice!

There is
a line

between
balance

and
falling off, falling down

and this
is no circus

not
clown paint

no
dancing elephants

although
much of what passes for demonstration of belief

has
turned into a Three-Ring show

This is all about what God will’s

and what God allows

while
the masses exponentially add to the sin, blasphemy, and confusion

while
the circus master creates another of his

death inducing illusions

What is God’s will

what
does God allow

and
where do you come in?